I've been drafted.

I have to go to a science fiction convention and work the crowd for Reading. Could be worse I suppose, I could have to go mucking through the sewers for Lewis again. In that light, pressing the flesh with the geeks and wierdos doesn't sound to bad. Public work is always fun. Maybe I can even figure a way to get Reading to let me expence dinner. MK would have been fine with it, he'd even ok the drinks. Don't know this Reading fella though. I'll have to scope things out and see how much rope he'll give me(He said, knowing that at least ONE of his bosses will eventually get around to reading this, wink wink).
That means I get to break out the mask again. That will be pretty cool too, getting to run around masked in public. Normally thats against the law. Maybe I'll just make a new one.

Well, nothing new on the truck yet. They've had it for 2 days now, and havent been able to figure out whats wrong with it.... It's probably some kind of computer chip type thing. Its a '91, and putting computer chips in cars was all the rage back then, but they wernt very good at it yet...

When it rains, it pours. I get back from the job de'jour around 9pm, jump in the truck, all looking forward to a little R&R, and the damn thing just quits on me at a stop sign....
I hate mechanical stuff, luckily my roommate was home, and He does that sotr of stuff for a living. So he comes over to take a look (an hour later, in the dark) and we come to the conclusion that it must be something electrical. So I call fow a tow truck, another 45min goes by. Then I finnaly get to head home for a little food and some rest....
what a night....

Clean up work in Nash-vile this weekend.
Eric Lewis is still a prick.
If there is a "Higher Power" anywhere that truly exists, I am befuddled as to why it continues to let that man breath.
He should trip and fall down... an elevator shaft... and land on some bullets......

You know, I can't help but to wonder why they have given me an assignment like this... I mean "post about your ongoing experiances with NCI".... smacks of another recruitment attempt to me. Not that I have anything against the neuro-newbies, its a good thing to have an injection of fresh blood every now and then.... keeps things interesting... whats anoying are the one who want everything handed to them, all wrapped up in a nice neat little bow. the ones that think that everything can be summed up, and read linearly like a novel or something. The history of the cam is out there, you just have to teach yourself how to read between the lines, and you have to build yourself a "garbage filter" to sort things out with. and you have to remember that every thing that has happened, has happend to real people with their own interests, and motivations, and intra-personal relationships and not all of them get along with each other.
Do a little research, its out there...

uuhhhhhh......my poor head.........

So....

Another Neuro-day another Neuro-dollar..... Working full time for the Cam has a tendency to wear one out. The pay sucks, but the benifits are questionable......

I've spent most of the day working for one of Lewis's crews. Without too many details, lets just say it was a dirty filthy job, and Lewis is a prick.

I'm gonna go home and take a shower t try to wash the smell of pinesol out of my hair, then I'm going to go and initiate a drinking contest between me, myself, and I, just to see who wins. I'm putting my money on the table. I'm betting on me, myself. I don't think I have a chance. I'm gonna drink myself under the table.....

It's Thursday, those who are looking to find me know where I'll be.

GAAAAH!!!! I've been miss-linked!
this guy -> http://tremonti.blogspot.com/ linked to my blog , but put me down as "Applicant".....

Little does he know that I am actually, the Neuro-master! muahahahaha!
(lightning)(thunder)

But seriously.....

Perhaps the world would be a better place if people would make sure thier own masks are firmly in place before they start picking at the strings of others.....

So, there I was, there I was, there I was, DEEP in the heart of the Belgin Congo. Ass deep in alligators......

And the scary part is.... I never knew they grew gators in the Congo......

My Uncle is a gator fan.... me... not so much..

When it comes to football, I prefer gin.....

Hi,

So, getting started..... Let's see, ummm..... I signed up for this thing called Neurocam, it was all spooky, and mysterious and stuff. So I said sure, I'll join your crazy cult....